The Allies (Amy Lowell Poem)
August 14th, 1914 Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry of hoarse throats, it floats ...
August 14th, 1914 Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry of hoarse throats, it floats ...
The sun has burst the sky Because I love you And the river its banks. The sea laps the great ...
If, in an odd angle of the hutment, A puppy laps the water from a can Of flowers, and the ...
IN summer dusk the valley lies With far-flung shadow veil; A cloud-sea laps the precipice Before the evening gale: The ...
Wild air, world-mothering air, Nestling me everywhere, That each eyelash or hair Girdles; goes home betwixt The fleeciest, frailest-flixed Snowflake; ...
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
Back, but not forth, well a little forth and a little back, so are the laps in our little blow-up ...
Listening to the timpani the rhythm of the rain the rap, the tap, the ratta-tat-tat, the staccato of the drumming ...
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys As the Tiger ...
Put up my lute! What of -- my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to charm -- Passive -- ...
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Jupiter Mars P Moon VENEZIA, "May" 19"th", 1910. Jupiter's foursquare blaze of gold and blue Rides on the moon, a ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Jupiter Mars P Moon VENEZIA, "May" 19"th", 1910. Jupiter's foursquare blaze of gold and blue Rides on the moon, a ...
Evening wind: water laps the heron's legs. (Yosa Buson)
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
Unfunny uncles who insist in trying on a lady's hat, --oh, even if the joke falls flat, we share your ...
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
The Sun does arise, And make happy the skies. The merry bells ring, To welcome the Spring. The sky-lark and ...
Day of mist: day of tarnish with hands unserviceable, I wait for the milk van the one-eared cat laps its ...
When the salt wave laps on the long, dim shore, And frets the reef with its windy sallies, And the ...
Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!) Ye fondle me ...
These be two Countrywomen. What a size! Grand big arms And round red faces; Big substantial Sit-down-places; Great big bosoms ...
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